Shrooms Q Icing [better]

Icing locked eyes with Q. But Q’s face was doing something strange. It was stretching, elongating like soft taffy. Q’s familiar smirk seemed to slide down their chin.

"I’m holding you down," Q said. "I’ve got you. You can float, but I’ve got the string. Just like a kite." shrooms q icing

"Q?"

"No," Icing insisted, reaching out to touch the glass. The condensation felt like the tears of a mountain. "Ice is just water that decided to stop running. It’s taking a break. It’s meditating. We should be more like the ice." Icing locked eyes with Q